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Prologue

           "Helpme,"hesaidtoPylos.

           Whenhewassafebackinhisownrooms,Cressensenttheyoungermanawayandlimpedtohisbalconyoncemore,tostandbetweenhisgargoylesandstareouttosea.OneofSalladhorSaan’swarshipswassweepingpastthecastle,hergaily-stripedhullslicingthroughthegrey-greenwatersasheroarsroseandfell.Hewatcheduntilshevanishedbehindaheadland.Wouldthatmyfearscouldvanishsoeasily.Hadhelivedsolongforthis?

           Whenamaesterdonnedhiscollar,heputasidethehopeofchildren,yetCressenhadoftfeltafathernonetheless.Robert,Stannis,Renly...threesonshehadraisedaftertheangryseaclaimedLordSteffon.Hadhedonesoillthatnowhemustwatchonekilltheother?Hecouldnotallowit,wouldnotallowit.

           Thewomanwastheheartofit.NottheLadySelyse,theotherone.Theredwoman,theservantshadnamedher,afraidtospeakhername."Iwillspeakhername,"Cressentoldhisstonehellhound."Melisandre.Her."MelisandreofAsshai,sorceress,shadowbinder,andpriestesstoR’hllor,theLordofLight,theHeartofFire,theGodofFlameandShadow.Melisandre,whosemadnessmustnotbeallowedtospreadbeyondDragonstone.

           Hischambersseemeddimandgloomyafterthebrightnessofthemorning.Withfumblinghands,theoldmanlitacandleandcarriedittotheworkroombeneaththerookerystair,wherehisointments,potions,andmedicinesstoodneatlyontheirshelves.

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